Whilst his family treks through the unstable jungles of Mindanao, Grump stays stuck at home, wracked with worry.
Unable to reach them now for several days, he at times wonders if his choice to be a "family man" was a wise one? Would he be happier running around the globe pursuing a self-centered life of hedonistic indulgences?
I would think not, but sometimes it does the soul good to read the exploits of those did. For example, Charles Bukowski, ("Run with the Hunted", "Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions, and General Tales of Ordinary Madness", "Notes of a Dirty Old Man"), or Hunter S. Thompson, ("Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", "The Great Shark Hunt"). Oh heck, in a pinch even a healthy dose of Keith Richards, ("What Would Keith Richards Do?"), may be enough to pull us out of our funk, and get back to the business of getting to work on time, and paying the bills.
Or maybe not?
At any rate, I guess I should warn you that this post does not have any pictures, only words. But I guess you've figured that out by now.